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Again Kayal paused. This time her voice was troubled as she said "but its not my place to tell Zen's tale. He had a difficult and troubled life and should tell it himself if he wants it told. Zenthion Trill, the former Knight Champion of Revenge of Crimson Clan, became Zen, Silver Lord of World, Questmaster and has earned the honour of a room in the City of Hearts. Speak to him, Child, he has learned much in his wanderings across the lands."

The other two Knights that made a strong mark upon World, were Darius and Rees. Their stories are long and are an integral part of World's history. Wander the third floor of the City one day Child, and see the rooms that all these people earned. No-one was given a room lightly, each room marks some great contribution to World. One day, you too may earn the kind of immortality that such honour bestows upon you. But I digress, to tell their tales now is to skip past too much that happened.

Kayal paused again, trying to re-capture the threads of the story. The Child watched and waited. Eventually, with a sigh, Kayal said "Wait here Child, I use him too much, but I need his strength for this task." The Child waited patiently while Kayal walked slowly out to the balcony.

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Kayal had known he was still here. The power of his presence was too strong for her not to know when he had left. The old rocking chair creaked as it rocked, but he wasn't sitting in it. It rocked simply in response to the power emanating from him. Kayal reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder, but the one word he uttered, stopped her. "Don't.." was all he said. She lowered her arm slowly and waited for him to turn. He stayed motionless, taut, staring down towards the Tree of Life. Since he would not allow her to ease his tension, Kayal moved to the old chair and rested her hands on its back. The creaking stopped. In the silence, her soft words sounded almost harsh as she said "I'm sorry my Lord. Sometimes in my pain, I forget others have suffered great losses too."

Kayal sat on the chair and watched him. Slowly, softly, she tried to let her words heal him, since he would not allow her touch. "We needed you all so much. You brought your dedication and honour with you and you accepted our strangeness. After all those years of calling on the power of blood, it must have been hard to change. Perhaps the fact that the old clan rings got changed to lanterns at that time, made the change easier. There was no need to actually replace the rings you had worn so proudly. Even though most of you put the rings aside, the new clan emblem did not have to put in its place. Our emblem was, instead, held proudly aloft, a lantern lighting the true path for us all."

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Kayal paused. She carefully measured the affect of her words, before continuing. "I saved one my Lord" she said softly. Kayal reached into her cloak and slowly drew out a tiny red ring. She slipped the ring onto her finger and rested her hand outspread on her lap. She gazed at the contrast of the tiny red ring against the sparkling world ring next to it. The tiny blood drop ring seemed to pulse with life. It was as though it had been waiting to be worn to spring into life.